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Chapter 11
Lynn
I ’ve always been a sex positive person, and I’ve done the deed with boyfriends in the past. Once in high school, as I'd convinced myself it was true love, only for Frank Holden to dump me the week before prom and start dating Cindy Markham, his lab partner in Biology. The other two times were with a guy where I hoped the spark we both felt would turn into a flame. News flash: it fizzled, but we parted as friends. Now that I one hundred and fifty percent knew I was with my soul mate? I wanted all of him. I wanted to fall into his arms and have him ravish me like there was no tomorrow. I wanted us so close that there was no end and beginning between us, for us to become one so much that even a stranger could see us and know that he was mine and I was his, even twenty years later, like my parents and grandparents - only I hoped the ship had better soundproofing because, yikes, the sounds we heard from our parents’ bedroom while growing up had me and my siblings playing music in our bedrooms at night. ‘Nuff said.
We reached our quarters and, as he activated the biometric lock which apparently was already keyed to us, tumbled inside the doorway. We made it as far as the living room, leaving a trail of clothes behind us. I jumped up, and he caught me, hands under my ass, my legs around his waist and arms around his neck.
“Finally!” I gasped and he hummed in agreement, before claiming my mouth with his in a plundering kiss. I ground my pelvis shamelessly, my slick folds sliding over his engorged shaft, leaving trails of slick behind.
“I need to be inside you,” he husked, breaking our kiss,
I nodded mutely as he set me down.
“Like this?” I asked, turning away to bend over the arm of the sofa, feet spread apart and head down on the soft seat cushion.
He groaned in response.
“Too low,” he said after a moment.
I moved to get on my hands and knees on the plush rug that extended from underneath the coffee table.
“Now?”
“We could go find our bed,” he suggested.
“Next time,” I promised him.
That was all he needed to hear apparently, as the next thing I knew, he was behind me, lapping at my cunt from behind, his finger playing with my clit. He played me like a fine instrument and it didn’t take long before I finally saw those fireworks I’d always longed for as he sent me careening over the edge.
“That’s one,” he said, flipping me over, and placing my heels onto his shoulders, bending my legs back to my chest. “Let’s make this two before I spill my seed onto the floor.” He thrust in and I wailed as he stretched me around his girth and I felt the nascent scales scrape against my walls deliciously.
He paused, letting me adjust to his size, dropping his head to capture one of my nipples in his mouth. My back arched in pleasure as he sucked and rolled the aching bud in his mouth, while he used his thumb to stroke my clit.
“Ah!” I cried out, and he hummed in approval, pulling part way out before slamming back in as he freed my nipple.
“I cannot hold back,” he gritted through his teeth, and I nodded.
“Fuck me!” I demanded and he did, setting a frenzied pace that had me seeing stars as he grazed my G-spot. I crested again, my walls clamping down on him. I felt his hips stutter, and became aware of a sharp sting on my neck and a gush of wet heat filling me as I regained my senses. The claiming bite as he climaxed, I realized, floating on a haze of contentment as he lapped against the wound.
“You’re mine now,” he said, lifting his head to look at me tenderly.
“And you’re mine.”
He pulled out gently, moving to scoop me up as he stood.
“I think we should continue this in bed. It’s usually this way,” he said, choosing a direction to go.
I nodded mutely, hoping he didn’t mean right away because I was feeling far too languid and really wanted a nap first. It turned out we were on the same wavelength here as well, for he deposited me on the bed and disappeared into what had to be an ensuite bathroom. My eyes drooped closed as I listened to him moving about, popping open briefly when he returned, and I felt the warm wetness of a cloth as he gently cleaned me. He tossed the cloth onto the floor and clambered up to lie down beside me, pulling me against his chest as he tugged a soft blanket over us, which he found folded up at the bottom of the bed.
I closed my eyes, listening to the double thuds of his twin hearts, thinking idly how they now beat for me and mine for him, then there was nothing.
I woke up sore and absolutely starving, my stomach complaining loudly.
I blushed as I felt Yorix stir.
“You need feeding,” he said, sitting up. “Do you still wish to go to Panda-monium?”
“I don’t suppose they do home delivery?” I asked wistfully.
He nodded. “It can be done.”
“Really?”
“Yes, if you know what you wish to order.”
Ah. I had not read their menu. Still, they quite likely had most of the popular dishes, right?
“If they have shrimp fried rice, duck pancakes, and egg rolls, I’d love that. Oh, and banana fritters and egg drop soup.”
He tapped on his kunnarskyn and began speaking to someone on the other end, who confirmed they did indeed have that. He ordered a double portion as well as a large flask of jasmine tea, and they promised it would be here within the next half hour. He disconnected the call and turned a triumphant look on his face. “Now I shall run you a bath and you can soak while we wait.”
I knew if I could see myself in a mirror right now, I’d probably have cartoon hearts in my eyes.
“Yes, please!”
He pressed a kiss to my forehead, and I watched with enjoyment as my still very naked mate walked to our bathroom, his tight glutes flexing enticingly as he walked. Damn. I’d certainly hit the lottery, alright.